Dean twirled a knife slowly. "Now, buddy, we've been over this, but let's do it again. You can tell me what I want to hear, or you can get a little more acquainted with my brother."
"I don't," the man kneeling on the ground looked up at his captor, "know how to open the safe."
"Wrong." Dean grinned. "Sam?"
"He's not going to talk, Dean." Sam looked up at the ceiling. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, idly looking at the ceiling. "Can we move onto the next one now?"
Dean nodded. "Thought he'd be smarter than his friend over there." He gestured at a body in the corner. "Finish him, Sammy."
"Gladly." Sam caught the knife Dean threw at him and flicked it to get the blood off.
"Wait! Wait." Sam paused and looked at the man on the floor. "The manager can open it."
"And who is that?" Sam asked. The man on the floor pointed at a woman who looked shocked by the betrayal.
"Sam?" Dean asked.
"You've been very helpful." The kneeling man sagged with relief before Sam lashed out, slitting the man's throat. "But we don't like traitors."
"Gabriel, I understand what you're saying." The man in the trench coat rubbed his eyes.
"Are you sure about that? Because, if you did, I think something would have changed by now. Nothing has been changed by now." The shorter man, Gabriel, crossed his arms.
"Your arguments make sense, but-"
"There is no but, Castiel." Gabriel stood up from his chair. "You need to stop this."
"I am doing the same thing you do, Gabriel. It is simply on a bigger scale."
"A bigger scale? Castiel, I kill one, maybe two people a month. That's how you don't get caught. You take bad people and you kill them without making it seem like they were murdered. You don't leave notes and you definitely don't kill them in front of security cameras in broad daylight!" His voice got louder as the speech went on. Gabriel took a breath. "Look, Cassy, I obviously don't have a problem with the killing. I'd just prefer if your reign of terror didn't end with me having to find a new partner or worse, having your trail lead back to me."
"I am sorry, Gabriel, but I will continue my 'reign,' as you call it." Castiel looked up, his blue eyes steady and unyielding.
Gabriel sighed and sat back down. "Don't do the finger quotes. You're a serial killer, not a socially awkward accountant. Act like it."
"Dean! Your boyfriend's on television again." Sam leaned into Dean's bedroom.
"Not my boyfriend." Dean mumbled as he sat up and stretched. Nevertheless, four minutes later, he was sitting in his bathrobe in front of the tv.
"The correction killer has struck again. He has killed a paster, apparently because of the man's violent homophobic views. The pastor and members of his church have been suspected of at least twenty-seven hate crimes, including three that resulted in deaths. The police have not yet released the note left by the killer. Meanwhile, across the country, the Winchester Brothers have also struck again. Once again, all guards were killed. Witnesses say that they interrogated multiple hostages and killed one for not revealing the way to open the vault and another for doing so. Five more were killed seemingly at random. The bank has revealed that no money was taken from the vault, but items worth a total of ten thousand dollars were stolen." Dean turned off the television.
"Sam, did we take anything from the vault?"
"Nope." Sam didn't look up from his laptop.
"Those bastards." Dean slammed his coffee cup on the table.
"You can keep trying to break our belongings," Sam said with a small smile, "or you can do something about it. I've found where those bastards live."
"Awesome." Dean grinned.
"They didn't release my note." Castiel slammed the door. "What's the point of the press if my note wasn't released?"
"Cassy, down boy. Why do you want the note released, anyway?" Gabriel looked up from where he was seated on the couch.
"I-I want the world to understand." Castiel went to the fridge.
"Uh huh. Are you putting both of us in danger to get the attention of Dean Winchester?"
"No." Castiel slammed the fridge.
"Great. My brother got a crush on a serial killer." Gabriel groaned.
"Your brother is a serial killer. As are you, for that matter."
"Excuse you. I am an artist. Do you remember the Harland murder? And you didn't deny it." Castiel ignored Gabriel. "Are you kidding me? You're leaving clues for the police and being caught on camera because a boy you went to high school with is doing it too? If he jumped off a cliff- Oh wait, this is worse because you're bringing me with you."
"Gabriel-"
"Cassy, this is a bad idea."
"I know that."